| Now I know it’s the norm to be a conformed rap singer with all these songs
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| But, I tend to give a strong look to them felons and armed crooks
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| I used to be one, 'til I got tired of reruns
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| And seein' repeats of the tragedies I done seen done
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| Where we from, people with money used to avoid us
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| And now them same people with money’s tryin' to exploit us
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| Same shit, different toilet, but let me not try to spoil it
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| Y’all niggas havin' fun while the devil’s bein' anointed, oh Lord
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| I’m not religious, I’m just a cynic
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| Cynical because I don’t feel the shit in your spirit
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| They tell me, «Yeah yeah, you can rap, but they ain’t gon' hear it
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| You need to dumb it down for these people to ever feel it»
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| Huh, well that’s somethin' I gotta deal with
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| This to my real fans they the ones I’m keepin' it real with
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| For years I was troubled, but I always tried to conceal it
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| Most people they become the diseases before they heal it
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| I’m just a product of sellin' my products
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| Narcotics, but still I found my way inside of a college
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| 'Cause knowledge’ll turn to a coal into a diamond when polished
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| Acknowledge, I’m tryin' to show you growth and it’s kind of solid
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| Melodic, but you can find the logic inside this topic
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| Abolish these phony prophets tellin' people the frolic
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| Astonished when people equate hatred to bein' honest
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| That mentality that kept in me inside the projects
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| All y’all care about is who the fuck is the hottest
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| Videos gettin' viewed, and these niggas throwin' they dollars
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| I keep it modest, I can’t afford it, don’t get extorted
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| The greatest moments in ya life and y’all niggas tryin' to record it
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| For these people to view it, and they can say you did it
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| While you record the moment, I’m tryin' to just live in it
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| Huh, you can see the vision when I flow’s
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| It’s so fuckin' vivid can see it with both eyes closed
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| The fame and the fortune was never real
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| All I got is these broken promises
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| My purpose in life is to be the greatest
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| But how can I do it and stay anonymous?
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| I’m torn between love and who really hate us
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| I’m tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus
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| With thoughts of those people who tried to play us
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| No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us
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| All that is left is these broken promises
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| Look, there comes a point in life when every man knows
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| Exactly who he wants to be 'til all his plans fold
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| I transpose to what an admission when I was damn close
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| Torn between the love and the hatred, now I demand both
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| Slipped into fan mode listenin' to the prior verse
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| Ran killed it, y’all viewed the body, now I supply the hearse
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| People say my talent’s a blessin', I just denied the curse
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| Divide the worst demons in my mind to survive the hurt
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| I’ve always wondered why people cry in church
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| Is it 'cause they know they soul tainted?
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| Or maybe payin' your tithes is a hearin' with no plantiff
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| A doctor with bad rep, I ain’t fit with the most patience
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| So, I guess I’ll be retirin' soon
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| Don’t put me in the hall of fame, I need a mic and a room
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| In Iverson shoes, 'cause we done still failed durin' testin'
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| Every time I give 'em answers, they dwelled on the questions
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| Like, what happens when you fall off?
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| As long as my music’s here, I’ll never pass, I’m a ball hog
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| Ironically, I’ma pass first, a point guard
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| Always there when you need assistance
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| Some people swear on the Bible but never read any scriptures
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| Say practice what you preach but apparently it’s forbidden
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| Y’all just need to witness the clarity in my diction
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| Eventually you’ll stop comparin' me to these niggas
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| Sometimes a broken lens makes it better to see the vision
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| I can see who I got with me, it’s not many
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| That’s ridin' shotgun like the nigga who popped Ricky
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| That put it to ya face like the nigga who shot 50
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| I’m not filthy rich but I’ma die tryin'
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| To help my people with this state while mothers can stop cryin'
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| Ran, I appreciate this platform to talk on
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| Raw talent came here to run the game as it walk on
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| The fame and the fortune was never real
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| All I got is these broken promises
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| My purpose in life is to be the greatest
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| But how can I do it and stay anonymous?
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| I’m torn between love and who really hate us
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| I’m tryin' to catch a break without takin' any hiatus
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| With thoughts of those people who tried to play us
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| No love, only hate is tryin' to acknowledge us
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| All that is left is these broken promises |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Promises , by - Ransom. Song from the album Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп